Hello everyone!I tried my best to make this chapter as long as I could, and I'm pretty happy with it, though I have a feeling I should make it a little longer.

(I swear, every time I update, the chapters are getting longer by a bit.)

Or maybe a lot? Anyways, Sorry for the lack of updates with a capital S!

[EDIT]

Chapters five and six stuck together. Enjoy!

DISCLAMER:I don't own Summon Night...

"...Master Sakuro, why isn't Varil here yet?"

"FOR THE SAKE OF PARISTA!" Sakuro jumped up from his seat and advanced onto Pratty.

"Sakuro, hey buddy, calm down!"yelled Ureksa as he and Rondeau blocked Sakuro from getting any closer to Pratty.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" whimpered Pratty, holding her arms before her, trying to protect herself.

Ureksa and the rest of the craftlords had managed to calm Sakuro down, and had taken him to the farthest seat from Pratty's. He was still seething, shooting Pratty warning glares as if daring her to ask again.

Tick tock tick tock

Tension was thick, and Pratty swore she could have easily drawn her knuckles out and punched the whole goop of tension around them. The craftlords sat at the round table, fidgeting, sighing, sleeping...she couldn't stand it.

Tick tock tick tock

Unable to resist, Pratty began to examine what all the craftlords were wearing. Sakuro was wearing his usual, but Pratty snorted as she spotted some dirt near his collar.

"Master Sakuro'll freak if I tell him...then again, the reaction would be a little better if he found out a little bit later. It wouldn't hurt..." thought Pratty decided to 'hold her tongue' for once, and continued examining. Rondeau seemed to have decided to base his clothes on the colours yellow, blue and orange.

Tick tock tick tock

Really, the old man didn't have a taste for clothes, though it didn't exactly matter to her. The collar was yellow, going down in some weird pattern into blue, changing back to yellow, then suddenly switching to orange...they were beggining to get on Pratty's nerves. Quickly she moved her eyes to Kouren and desperately tried to cast the image of Rondeau out of her mind.

Tick tock tick tock

"Hoy!" came a voice from high above Varil and Clarie's heads.

"What?" Varil shouted back.

"Hoy!"

"Huh..."

"LAND AHOY!" screamed the exasperated sailor.

"Oh, I see." replied Varil, a smug smile slowly spreading across his face. Clarie giggled as the sailor thumped down from the crow's nest and reported to the other ships using the Hoyer.

The Hoyer was a small telephone like device used when a ship had to get a message across to another ship, or a faraway place. Villagers had cleverly used two Radiors, a rare stone which emitted strange signals to another of its kind and sent any sounds from around it to its kin. The one thing Varil really didn't like was the name. A Hoyer? For heaven's sake...

The sailor was using it now, speaking into a large trumpet shell loudly and clearly, and instructing the other sailors to report the message onto the rest of their ships.

"And tell them to forget about the bananas!" yelled Varil as they began to pick up speed. The wind tore at their clothes, and it was difficult to hear one's shouts, let alone their own. An angry uproar rose, despite the buffeting winds, as the villager's ears pricked up at the mention of bananas and what Varil had said about them. They jostled at each other, furious, trying to get close enough to choke Varil.

"That's not fair!"

"You little...!"

"Hey mister, you promised us!"

"Yeah! You promised!"

Varil backed away from the crowd, alarmed by their reactions.

"All this noise just because of one simple banana? They really are obsessed..." thought Varil, backing away. Everything that happened after was in in three shakes of Parista's tail.

Normally Varil wouldn't use this phrase, owing to the fact that Parista didn't really have a tail, but in situations like this, the most bizzare things could happen...

Hmmm...Kouren wasn't looking too bad...She had donned the usual style of long and casual dress, but nonetheless, she still looked as stunning as ever. Her navy hair was silky and straight, hanging elegantly down her back, a bit of it twirling round her fingers as she sighed, a dreamy look on her face.

"Probably thinking about dad..."

She was wearing a lot of red, and a scarlet ribbon was around her waist, tied neatly with a bow in the middle. Pratty admired her style, and had always secretly imagined herself in one of her outfits. She stopped halfway because of the horrible image that popped into her head every time. She didn't have a very good imagination, as Varil always said.

Pratty shuddered now as the image came, and decided to look at Ureksa instead. He was... was wearing his usual girlish clothes. Pratty never really liked green, but on Ureksa it didn't look half bad. Tt seemed to be pretty much the only colour that suited him. Remembering Rondeau's ridiculous clothes, Pratty nearly broke her neck as she automatically swiveled her head in Rondeau's direction whilst at the same time trying to turn to Tyram instead.

"Ow!" Pratty cried, her eyes misting over as she began to cry in agony, tears fat and big.

"Pratty?" Tyam called worriedly, being his usual soft and caring self.

"Oh, agonyagonyagonyagonyaogny!" moaned Pratty, falling out of her chair and rolling on the floor. She stood up however as she noticed a person standing in the doorway. Sakuro stood and hurriedly walked over to the breathless messenger who was standing impatiently in the doorway, panting as he bent to catch his breath.

In three shakes of Parista's tail, Varil, panicked by the crowd of angry villagers, had backed away so far he'd toppled right off the edge of the ship. Right after the massive splash, a strong gust of wind blew the ships, all of them, forward so fast that the ships rocketed forward and arrived at Wystern's main port in less than twenty seconds flat, just as a rather puny ship compared to the ships the villagers were riding floated out of the way. The occupants of the smaller ship roared in surprise, and they rowed so fast the boat was out of sight in a matter of seconds.

"Phew! We've arrived!" exclaimed a large and not too bright sailor, unaware of the incidents that had all happened in a matter of seconds.

"Ohmygosh help!" screamed Clarie, bopping the sailor over the head as she panicked, staring at something behind the ship. The sailor, surprised, turned stupidly at the direction Clarie was staring at.

"Aaauuuugggghhhhhh! Monster!" he screamed.

"Silly, it isn't a monster!"laughed Clarie as she realized the extremely fast 'thing' that was gaining on them astonishingly fast in the water was really an infuriated Varil. The people who had heard the sailor's cries calmed and instead gawped at Varil, who was now climbing back onto the boat using the rope ladder a considerably nice lady had thrown down for him. He stood there in all his wet and sodden glory, fuming as he tried to push the golden lock of hair that kept on falling into his eyes stubbornly out of his way. Claire couldn't help giggling a bit, but after a quick glare from Varil, all sense of humor evaporated. The truculent blonde looked around to see where they were, and was surprised to see the all-too familiar port of Wystern, busy and bustling as ever. He was startled even more when a voice called out to him from apparently nowhere at all.

"Uhh...excuse me, master Varil?" came a familiar voice from the port, unable to be seen due to the ship's size. Varil relaxed and sighed in relief, recognizing his ever so faithful butler's voice.

"Yeah, what? Tell me quick, I need to get changed out of these wet clothes..."grumbled Varil, scowling in order to cover the fond grin that had, quite unexpectedly, spread across his face like a spotlight being adjusted.

"Has anything happened? I sent a messenger to the Craftlords to announce that you've arrived." Nashment replied mildly, peering over the ship's edge to have a look at Varil's state.

"Of course something's happened; nothing's ever gone right for me!" snapped Varil, staring miserably at his clothes as Nashment made a rather sad attempt at hiding a smile and stopping himself from laughing aloud.

"Oh do be quiet! I would like to have a shower after this, and I don't feel too good either." Varil sniffed, fumbling in his pocket and groaning as he pulled out a sodden handkerchief with rather posh looking patterns on it.

'Yes, of course, master Varil..." Nashment said, bowing slightly and leading Varil away from the ship. Many round, wide eyed and expectant looks followed the leaving pair, and, assessing the situation, Nashment stepped onto the deck and spoke quietly to a sailer who nodded, as if to show he understood something.

"Ahem..."

"Owwwwwwwwww! That hurrrtssssssssssssss!" squealed Pratty as Kouren attempted to take Pratty's hand away from her neck.

"Ahem!"

"Yaeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"AHEM!"

"Oh, hello!" Pratty stopped rolling around and got up, smiling cheerfully, looking surprisingly as good as new.

"Eh? What about your neck? Doesn't it hurt?" exclaimed Tyram, surprised.

"What? What neck? My neck hurt? What are you talking about?" asked Pratty, apparently clueless. All of the craftlords in the room groaned. Even pain couldn't stay in her thick head for long.

"Uh...a message from Mister Varil. He has arrived with a colony of ships, all holding villagers..."said the messenger, uncertain of whether it was alright to speak. He had ruffled, short hair that seemed to be naturally blonde. His eyes where large, a sharp electric blue. He had on some simple black sneakers, a black t-shirt with strange red symbols on them and a hoodie, and to match the shirt was a pair of tight black pants under more baggier, slightly shorter ones with similar markings the t-shirt with faint red stains were tied onto his left arm, and he looked alert, rather nervous.

"Also he ordered me to stick to a girl called Pratty...Master Pratty, really." That got Pratty's attention.

"Master Pratty? I've never been called that before." she said thoughtfully.

"It has a nice ring to it..."

Everybody, including the messenger groaned as Pratty began to scratch her chin, an idea slowly forming in her head.

"Um, my name's Kite...by the way, if you people don't mind, I was instructed to get back to Varil quickly, with Master Pratty and all of the rest the craftlords..."murmured Kite, nervously ruffling his hair. There were slight shadows under his eyes that could only be seen if someone had a sharp eye. Sakuro snapped to attention as Kite spoke these words, and even before Rondeau got out the door Pratty was nowhere to be seen.

"That girl...how come she's really clumsy when she's not running?" asked Sakuro, shaking his head. He then grinned as a massive crash was heard and a familiar voice cried "Ow!" from quite a long way ahead of them.

"Wonder what you were saying before?" asked Ureksa casually, grinning.

Varil sighed as he stepped into the shower, warm water rushing down his back. He was glad to be in warm water now, owing to the fact that the 'sea' incident had apparently given him a cold, and that he wanted to recover as soon as possible. Itwas unusual for someone like him to catch a cold, seeing as he was never the one to jump overboard to retrieve any lost luggage or to save a drowning girl or something. As Pratty had said many times before, he just wasn't cut out to be the hero type.

"Achoo! Damn it...those...Achoo! Blasted villagers...Achoo! Achoo!" he muttered through a blocked nose. His mind absently wondered to the craftlords and the declaration that he would replace Rumari in her role.

"I'm gonna replace Rumari soon! Wait a second...why didn't I think of this before?" he thought as, suddenly, a thought hit him. Wasn't Rumari an ex-craftlord?If she was, then what position was Varil replacing? He pondered on this thought as he picked up the most expensive shampoo in Wystern and began to shampoo his hair.

"Master Varil, the villagers are stationed at the park, and apparently, they're talking about free bananas, even the chief Barondrel..."came Nashment's voice.

"What? Why are they at the park?"

"I found it most appropriate, as there was the most room there and it was the farthest from all those forges."Varil sighed. They couldn't possibly get the thought of bananas out of their heads, could they? He needed to have his evening cookies, tea, meal...Absently, Varil's mind wondered to what he would wear when he got out as he picked up the bar of soap.